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Tillon snapped his fingers. “The minute Torick didn’t come begging for his share of the package, I knew something was up," he said as a magical gate opened up beside him. A man’s body fell out and hit the floor with a thump. Torick was obviously dead. “Damn fool, should have known better.”
Castian didn’t move at the sight of his dead cousin, he settled his hand atop his staff. “I guess the rat’s out. Oh, what are we to do? We’ve been caught, love,” he sarcastically said to Oye.
“You should be a bit more worried,” Tillon said as he glanced at Jake who released a lazy sigh before he disappeared into a pile of straw.
Castian felt his presence behind him. Suddenly Oye cussed, but he didn’t turn around. He kept his focus on the arrogant smile on his brother Tillons face. Castian wanted to carve it off. His rage at the male’s audacity to touch his woman made his vision turn red. His mind screamed at him to turn and drill Jake’s head into the stone beneath his feet till he’d answered the question on how resilient a human skull could be, but he knew something they didn’t.
“Now, we’re going to ask you two a few questions.” Tillon said, the door closing behind him. He smiled, cold. “And we’re going to start by asking your partner.”
ACTION!
OYE
Oye winced at how tight Jake was holding her arms. She stared at Castian’s back, seeing the clear war in him to remain calm.
Surely, he wasn’t worried for her?
Oye sighed, had he truly forgotten who she was?
She didn’t really want to kill, but she wasn’t someone he needed to worry about.
Her skin rippled from the blood that shifted beneath it; she felt the soothing sensation of metal leaving her body through her pores. Jake’s body jerked once, twice. And his hold on her arms loosened as the blades that she’d pushed out of her back had slammed through his chest. She reabsorbed them; his body hit the ground motionless.
“You know Tillon, maybe you shouldn’t assume that I’m harmless," she said conversationally as she walked forward leaving Jake’s dead body on the ground. She took a stand slightly ahead and to the right of Castian.
“Wha—who are you people?” he demanded fearfully.
Robert, who’d been silent, stepped forward. He didn’t seem to care that his brother had just been killed. “Obviously, it’s your brother,” he said nonchalantly.
Tillon jerked his gaze to him in shock looking back at Castian in disbelief. “No, he’s in hell where he belongs.”
“Well, it’s a bit better than hell, not by much; but one can’t complain,” Castian joked, lifting the brim of his hat so his face was fully exposed. “But, I have to give it to you Robby boy for knowing it was me.”
Robert sneered, “There aren’t many with those disgusting eyes.”
“I’m offended,” Castian said, pressing a hand to his chest in mock hurt. “And here I was expecting a warm welcome home.”
Robert Scoffed, a short staff of dark sizzling light appeared in front of him. He grabbed it. “No matter your skill, you should have remained a shell buried alive.”
“Now, how could I leave you criminals alone?” Castian said, his own magic leaking out. “I have a check written in blood to cash. Your choices are death now or later. Either way hell is the only thing in the cards for you traitors.”
Slamming his staff down, Robert smirked. “This is why you were so easily destroyed, being arrogant. This time I won’t show you the mercy of allowing you to keep breathing.”
“And why do you think you’ll be able to stop his breathing?” Oye’s voice caught Robert’s attention. She’d stayed quiet, her eyes on the main prize, but now she looked at Robert with disgust. “You men, always cock comparing.”
She lifted her arm up before bringing it down sharply. A blade materialized in her hand. Grabbing it, she said, “I’ve got a few questions myself.”
She ran forward aiming for him, pausing when a stone staff blocked her path. Her eyes widened as she stared into dead brown eyes. Jumping back, she braced herself.
“Do you like it?” Tillon asked, his grin smug. “It’s his lordship’s most recent development. The newest model.”
Oye stared at the half nude woman, her eyes drifted down the woman’s body, her eyes taking in all the bruising. She glanced at Tillon, he obviously thought she wouldn’t move because she was facing a witch.
She lowered her arm; he released a sharp bark of laughter. “Hah, can’t kill your fellow whore can you?”
She sighed with barely a twitch, her body flash forward she slashed across. Only a line of silver marking where she’d aim her sword. The head flew as the soulless body hit the ground. She rose from where she kneeled behind the now headless woman. She flicked the blood from her sword and looked at the now terror filled stare of Tillons.
“You-you, how could you?” he demanded, obviously upset at her killing her own person.
